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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.