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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Wings,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
UT,
Yellowson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.