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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.