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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.