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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.