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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Pole,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.