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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Technova 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.