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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.