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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.