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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.