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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Nico,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.