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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.