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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
MDC,
Index,
The Sound,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.