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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.