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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Technova to the disco 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.