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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.