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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.