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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.