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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
The Move,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.