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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.