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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
10cc,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
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.