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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.