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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.