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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
JFA,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.