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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.