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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.