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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.