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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Can,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.