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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.