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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.