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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
K-Klass,
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.