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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Malaria! 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Fear,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.