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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
MDC,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.