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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.