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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Index,
Television,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.