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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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?
Anakelly,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.