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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.