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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.