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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.