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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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?
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.