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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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?
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.