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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
DNA,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.