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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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?
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.