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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Wire,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.