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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Liliput,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.