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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.