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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Japan,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.