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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.