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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
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.