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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.