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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.