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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.