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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.