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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Nico,
The Wake,
JFA,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.