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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.