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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pylon 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.