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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
UT,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.