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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Lydon 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.