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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.