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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.