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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Wings,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.