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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.