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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.