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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
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.