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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.