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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.