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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Index,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.