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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.