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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.