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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.