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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.