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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.