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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.