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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.