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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
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.