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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
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.