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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.