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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.