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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.