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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.