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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
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Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.