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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.