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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Gories,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.