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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.