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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
the Swans,
Magma,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.