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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.