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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.