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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.