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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.