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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.