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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.