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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
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.