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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 theremin and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.