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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.