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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.