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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
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.