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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.