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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-101 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.