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 Kenya and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.