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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.