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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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?
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.