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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.