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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.