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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
DNA,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.