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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.