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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.