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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.