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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.