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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.