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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.