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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.