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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Gong,
Brick,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.