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 Belize 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Scientists,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.