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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.