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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
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.