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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak 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?
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
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.