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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.