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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.