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 Lesotho and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.