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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.