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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hardrive 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 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?
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.