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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.