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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.