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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.