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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.