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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Gong,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.