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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.