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 Burundi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.