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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.