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 India and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.