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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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.