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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.