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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.