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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.