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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.