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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
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