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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.