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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.