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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.