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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.