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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.