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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.