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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.