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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Pole,
Camouflage,
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.