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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 mellotron and a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.