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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.