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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.