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 Russia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Index,
Gong,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.