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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.