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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.