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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Nico,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
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.