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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.