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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.