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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.