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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.