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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Litter,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.