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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.