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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.