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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.