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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 DNA to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.