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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.