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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.