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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Symarip,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.