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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.