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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.