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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Aswad,
New Order,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.