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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.