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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.