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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
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.