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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.