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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.