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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Unwound,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.