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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.