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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.