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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.