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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Wings,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.