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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.