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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.