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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.