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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
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.