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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.