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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.