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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Can,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.