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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.