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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.