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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.