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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.