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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.