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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 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?
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Wings,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.