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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.