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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Index,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.