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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Ituana,
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.