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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.