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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.