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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.