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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.