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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.