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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Television,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.