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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.