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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.