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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Cymande,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.