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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suicide,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.