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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.