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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
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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.