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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.