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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.