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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 John Foxx 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 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?
The Names,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.