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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Index,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.