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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.