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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
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.