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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Josef K,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.