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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.