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 South Africa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Franke,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.