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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.