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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.