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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.