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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
The Searchers,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
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.