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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.