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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
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.