Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.