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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.