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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.