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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 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?
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Liliput,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.