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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.