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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.