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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.