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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.