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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.