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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.