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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
UT,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.