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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.