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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.