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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.