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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
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.