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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.