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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.