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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.