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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.