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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Shoche,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.