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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.