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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Star Department,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.