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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.