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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.