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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.