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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
X-101,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.