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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.