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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 808 and a snare 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?
Moebius,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.