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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.