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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
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.