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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Technova,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Index,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.