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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Television,
Flipper,
PIL,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.