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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
the Association,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.