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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.