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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.