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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.