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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.