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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.