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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Skarface,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.