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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.