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 Algeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.