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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 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 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.