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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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?
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.