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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.