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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Nas to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.