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 Germany and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Smog,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.