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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.