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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.