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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.