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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
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.