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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Silicon Teens 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.