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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.