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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.