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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.