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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.