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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
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Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.