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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Television,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.