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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Nico,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.