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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.