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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.