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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.