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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
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.