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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Scan 7 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.