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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Fear,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.