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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.