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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.