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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.