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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.