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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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?
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.