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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.