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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Skarface,
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.