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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Mars,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.