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 North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.