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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.