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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.