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 Norway and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
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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.