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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.