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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.