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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.