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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.