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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.