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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.