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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.