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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.