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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
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.