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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.