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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.