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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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.