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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.