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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pole,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.