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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.