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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Motions,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.