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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
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.