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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.