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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Sparks,
The Evens,
PIL,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.