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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.