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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Smog,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.