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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
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.