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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.