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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.