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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.