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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.