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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.