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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.