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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
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.