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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.