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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.