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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Japan,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Franke,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.