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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.