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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
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.