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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
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.