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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.