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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.