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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Litter,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.