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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
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.