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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Television,
AZ,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.