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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.