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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Index,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.