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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.