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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.