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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
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.