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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.