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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.