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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.