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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.