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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.