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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kayak to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
10cc,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.