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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.