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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.