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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.