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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.