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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.