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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.