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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.