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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
UT,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
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.