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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.