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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.