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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.