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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.