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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.