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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.