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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.