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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.