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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.