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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.