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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
MC5,
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.