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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
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.