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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.