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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
X-101,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.