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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.