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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.