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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.