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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.