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 Afghanistan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.