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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
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.