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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.