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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
ABBA,
John Cale,
AZ,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.