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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
the Swans,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Names,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
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.