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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Nico,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.