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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.