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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Ronan,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
AZ,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.