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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
UT,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.