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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.