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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Scion,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.