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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.