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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.