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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.