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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.