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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.