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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.