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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.