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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.