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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
MDC,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
The Names,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.