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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
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.