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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.