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 Chile 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.