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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Wings,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
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.