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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.