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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.