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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.