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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the funk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Franke,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.