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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.