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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.