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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
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.