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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.