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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.