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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
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.