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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Excepter,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.