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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Grass Roots to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.