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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
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.