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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.