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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.