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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.