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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.