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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.