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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.