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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.