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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.