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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.