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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Victims,
X-102,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
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.