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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.