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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.