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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
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.