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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.