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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Scion,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.