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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.