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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas 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 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.