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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
ABC,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.