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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.