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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.