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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.