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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.