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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.