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 Zimbabwe 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.