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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.