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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.