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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.