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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
the Swans,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.