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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.