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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bologna and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.