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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.