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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.