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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.