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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.