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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.