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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.