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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.