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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.