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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.