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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.