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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.