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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.