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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
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.