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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.