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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Ludus,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.