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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.