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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.