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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.