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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.