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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.