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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.