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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.