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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.