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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
cv313,
ABC,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.