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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
the Association,
MDC,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.