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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.