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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.