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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Names,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.