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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.