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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.