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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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.