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 Maldives and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.