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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.