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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.