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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.