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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.