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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.