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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Gong,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.