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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.