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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.