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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
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Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.