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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.