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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.