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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.