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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Pylon,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.