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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
The Human League,
UT,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.