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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.