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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
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.