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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.