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 Armenia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Kayak,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Can,
Excepter,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.