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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.