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 Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Crime,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.