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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.