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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.