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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.