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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Franke,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.