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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
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.