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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.