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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Smog,
June Days,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.