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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.