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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.