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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.