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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Unwound,
Magma,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.