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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.