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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.