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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.