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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.