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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.