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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.