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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
UT,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.