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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.