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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.