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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Magma,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.